Chapter 1061 Noise Warrior
In front of Dram, a force was approaching. The force led by a white Land Raider rushed out of the ruins. Crosses were printed on both sides of the car body. There is a pattern of a black griffon printed on the front - this is the symbol of the 7th Company of the White Temple.
The Land Raiders charge forward, followed by other troops, including a motorcycle unit.
Standing above Rand is Galil Mars, the captain of the Seventh Company of the White Templars. His power sword is shining with the inner white light, leading the soldiers to victory.
At the first moment, he saw the enemy's black power armor.
Galil Mars, who had served for two hundred years, couldn't help laughing:
"Look at them! These bastards are right in front! Charge! Brothers! Charge!"
Behind him, the soldiers shouted excitedly and rushed towards the enemy position.
The heretics in black power armor reacted quickly. Accurate bombs hit them, and the bombs hit the armor shell and flew everywhere.
A Land Raider, two Land Speeders, and several motorcycles, this is a force that cannot be ignored.
Drum did not take the charge head-on. He ordered the Sons of Cruelty to fall back as the Seventh Company approached, while the cultists were pushed to the front of the team.
The first person to face the White Templar soldiers was a trembling cultist holding a crude firearm in one hand and a machete in the other.
The bullet he fired hit Galil Mars' breastplate, and the crisp impact kept echoing, but the Seventh Captain of the White Templar didn't care at this time. He was completely caught up in the confrontation. A roar of rage arose from the hatred of heretics and the fervor for battle.
"Kill!!!"
The cultists huddled together and tried to block the charge of the Astartes, but they had never faced these powerful angels.
In an instant, chain saws and explosive bombs destroyed everything in their way.
Jalil Mars jumped from the Land Raider as if he was in no man's land, his muscles and bones were shattered wherever the sword touched, and nothing seemed to be able to stop him.
But then more cultists rushed over, their bodies blocking the way of the Space Marines like a wall.
Galil Mars led his troops into the enemy formation again without a care. Wherever he went, heads and indescribable body fragments flew everywhere, and the motorcycle formations weaved and split from both sides, chaining The Sawsword screams angrily, dispatching any cultists who try to escape.
Galil Mars fought his way into the enemy's interior, not stopping even when the soldiers around him couldn't keep up.
Land Raiders also rushed into the enemy formation, shooting in all directions, and the sky was filled with the screams of the wounded and the war cries of giants.
Galil Mars fought too selflessly, and the power armor couldn't help but groan when he sprinted. The white light of the power sword formed an arc of light. No one could survive this arc. .
The controlled slaves rushed towards him like a sea, and he continued to slaughter them, but the enemy seemed to have unlimited lives to consume, and soon the corpses formed insurmountable barriers around him. The high wall slowed down his progress.
Drum has been waiting for this moment for a long time.
“Up!”
While the commander of the Seventh Company was held back, the Sons of Cruelty charged, quickly dividing Galil Mars and his warriors. The Space Marines from both sides quickly collided, pushing the battle to a more bloody peak.
But the bolt gun was also mixed with a deafening and terrifying roar.
It was a group of twisted and deformed freaks who decorated their armor with jagged iron spikes and openly displayed their depravity. The skin of the dead was peeled off to decorate the armor pieces covered with blood. , the exaggeratedly grinned chin locked the mouth in an open state, and let out a continuous scream. There were only two deep cracks where the ears used to be, and the eyelids of both eyes were sewn shut and kept open. It can never be closed.
The things in their hands are not so much weapons as large musical instruments, with spiked handles and grips added. Every time they are fiddled with, they will emit deadly sonic energy that will tear people apart and turn them into broken armor. and liquefied flesh exploded.
If one were to rank the renegade legions in order of depravity, the Noise Warriors would be at the top.
The first creation of the Noise Warriors dates back to the days before the Horus Heresy. After the purges of the Assassins, corruption had seeped into the heart of the 28th Expeditionary Fleet, and with the tacit approval of the Primarch, the Legion Elixir Master Fabius Bayer studied the stinging sound wave generating organ and transplanted it into the legionnaires, giving birth to the first batch of primitive noise warriors.
Afterwards, as the original body was gradually corrupted and corrupted by the Stinging Sword, a concert was held within the Legion that had been corrupted by the Chaos God Slaanesh in advance. Several people in the band were suddenly controlled by the demon, and It also stimulated the audience to indulge in a carnival of lust and violence. During the "performance", some warriors who had modified their vocal organs noticed that these instruments could produce various effects, disorienting, stimulating and even killing people.
Shortly afterwards, during the Battle of Istvan V, some of the Emperor's Children took such weapons onto the battlefield, becoming true Noise Warriors.
After the end of the Horus Heresy, the Noise Marines not only further transformed their physical bodies, but also took their aberrations to the next level, their new patron Slaanesh and years of bloody war. Their bodies have been trained to the limit of their senses. Nothing can stimulate their emotions except the din of war and the screams of death. The louder the noise they make or hear, the stronger the Noise Warrior's psychological reaction will be. On the battlefield, noise warriors have essentially ceased to be human and have become vessels for the sounds of pain and death.
As soon as the Noise Warriors entered the scene, they immediately killed hundreds of cultists.
But that’s not important.
Blood and death only stimulated their desire to play even more, pushing the sound waves to peaks continuously.
This caught the White Templar warriors off guard. A hissing collision plowed huge furrows on the ground, and then exploded upward from the black sand like a volcanic eruption. Many people The armor was instantly shaken out of shape.
The noise even passed directly through their armor and bodies, leaving only a burst of steam and blood mist.
Among them, Galil Mars suffered the most concentrated attacks and was quickly wounded, but he refused to fall and died.
At this time Drum walked into the battlefield.
He ordered to stop attacking Galil and rushed forward himself.
"Huh?"
Aware of the danger, Galil pulled the sword out of the helmet of a Black Legion soldier and turned around to block a sword that was hitting his head.
Then, he saw the distorted face of the Sons of Cruel Commander.
(End of this chapter)